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When I logged onto LJ today the little writing blurb thing asked me what was the first big news event that I remember and how did it shape my life, or something. I immediately thought "Chernobyl!" and then "Oh no! Wait! Challenger!" so I rushed over to Wiki to see what those date were, only to discover that they both occurred in 1986 within four months of each other.

Wow, the world's been disappointing me for a very long time. No wonder I made up a little Chernobyl ditty to the Nestle Crunch song tune. My mom once told me that my aunt (her little sister) used to make up songs about herself and Caroline Kennedy's pony and me and my friends made up songs about nuclear disasters. It seems indicative of something, though I'm not quite sure what.

I have officially survived all of the family wedding shenanigans. I have concluded that I am never getting married. Ever. It's not that it was all awful, it was just a lot of ridiculousness and my threshhold for dealing with that kind of stuff has lowered exponentially over the past few years. I become more and more of a hermit as the years go by and I don't really care.

However, am so looking forward to hiyacynth's wedding in a couple weeks. Because there will be fangirls and my family won't be there and hiyacynth will look beautiful and will be marrying one of the awesomest guys ever born. OMG HOW AWESOME?

Which all means that it's not weddings that I hate, just family weddings. Where my mother hovers over me because she's worried that I'm going to start crying in the bathroom (because that's what she used to do) and I must be so sad and lonely and bunches of people make the effort to assure me that the next wedding will be mine and OMG PEOPLE SHUT UP YOU ARE ANNOYING ME I'M TIRED AND I WANT TO GO TO BED.

In other news, I dreamed last night that I was 18 and the Yellow-Eyed Demon showed up to try to enlist me in his devilbaby army. Except the demon blood never took in me because I was the wrong age so he decided to burn my dream!mother (who didn't look anything like my real mother) on the ceiling anyway. He also made sure to beat me up so that I wouldn't be able to get out of the house, but John Winchester showed up and saved me.

All right, I'm at 8,238 words on my Big Bang and my goal is to hit 10,000 by the end of today so I should probably get cracking. Amazingly enough, these things don't write themselves.

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I feel like shit today, which probably has something to do with the 3 vicodin night I had last night. My body hates me so much, you guys.

Anyway, have some spam in the form of awesome movie vids. Because movies make life better.

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No wonder I dream of running away to New Mexico.

Had dinner at the Parents' tonight. Afterwards, and after my dad had left the house to visit a friend, my mom put on her Serious Face and asked me if I would ever get gastric bypass surgery (like she did). My response was a flat, terse "No." Of course, she then inquired as to why I wouldn't and I gave the easy, non-controversial reply of "I don't have any weight-related illnesses that would be improved by having that surgery."

What I really wanted to say was "WTF?! Why should I mutilate myself just so you don't have to feel bad about having a fatty for a daughter?"

Gastric bypass surgery has made my mom happier, she no longer worries about what other people will think of her, she actually goes places now, and for that fact alone I'm happy that she had the surgery. But it hasn't made her any healthier, all of the health problems she had before the surgery are still issues for her, with the bonus digestive issues that are directly caused by the surgery.

I am so frigging done with her bullshit. I think I'm going to take a little break from family obligations for a while because I am just done. They're adults, they can take care of themselves.

ETA: And let's not even get started about the wonky familial gender politics. Because Female Issues should not be spoken around Dad for, lo, he is the Patriarch and should not have to listen to such things. Which is all Bull with a heaping side of Shit.

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